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    “Morning!” Yvonne replied, feeling surprisingly light-hearted.


    Norton had already set out a nutritious breakfast for her.


    She took a few bites, then stood up, already halfway to the door.


    “Come on, let’s go!”


    She had pressing matters to deal with and couldn’t get to the office fast enough.


    “You’re in a rush already?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. “At least finish your food.”


    Her drive was on full disy, even this early.


    Norton chuckled as she took a few quick bites, then set down her utensils and looked at him, eyes eager.


    He shook his head with a smile. “Alright, alright—let’s go.” They pulled up outside her office building not long after.


    The second the car stopped, she hopped out and headed inside without looking back.


    Norton watched her go, then sighed.


    Inside, Yvonne’s cheerful expression shifted the moment she stepped through the doors.


    By the time she reached her department, her face had gone full professional—calm, unreadable, and all business.


    It was the day of the team’s regr meeting, and as soon as she walked in, the room went quiet. The staff from “Nature’s Essence” knew that look and knew better than to cross her when she was in that mode.


    She listened carefully during the meeting, jumping in here and there with shortments or tweaks.


    But when it came time for her to speak, she paused—then furrowed her brows like something was bothering her.


    “There are some irregrities in our department’s financial records,” she said, her tone deliberately vague. “I haven’t figured out what’s going on yet, but if anyone has any leads,e see me directly.”


    People started looking around at each other, confused.


    “That’s it. Meeting over,” she said, and stood up without another word. Everyone slowly filed out, ncing back now and then. Yvonne stayed seated at the head of the table, head slightly bowed like the stress was weighing on her.


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    Most people bought the act.


    Malvina, though—she looked way too pleased with herself. Smug, even. Once the room was mostly empty, Yvonne stood, collected her things, and left. A mischievous smile yed on her lips.


    Let them think she was overwhelmed. Let the guilty party get toofortable. They’d slip up soon enough.


    Yvonne kept up her act—stressed, frustrated, and distracted.


    Even Margie noticed the shift and wisely kept her usual chatter to a minimum.


    Around noon, once most of the team had left for lunch, Yvonne stayed behind. She moved quickly, discreetly setting up a hidden camera in a shadowed corner of the office.


    After a few careful adjustments, she stepped back, checked the angle, and gave a satisfied nod.


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